We Rose Up Slowly

Chapter Eleven

Trixie woke up with sweat all over her back and a heavy headache like she had been after drinking lately. She peeled herself off the couch, stretching and realizing how badeverything hurt. Her neck and back were sore, her right arm was numb and tingly from sleeping on it and as soon as she stood up her head started spinning. Trixie sat down after accepting that she would be able to stay stable, searching around the room for the nearest painkiller. She smiled when she noticed two advils on the coffee table in front of her, a glass of water next to them. She was extremely glad for this, but it also brought back whatever happened the night before. The memories weren't the clearest, but she remembered having surprisingly pleasant interactions with Katya. She grabbed the painkillers and swallowed them as she tried to recall. 

Trixie was crying because of her date, drinking, and then Katya walked in, without trying to be mean. She was nice and charming, inviting Trixie to have a good time instead of making fun of her. Trixie then remembered how the blond woman invited her to dance, and how she accepted it. Something shifted inside her chest and stomach, she couldn't identify it. It wasn't fear, or anger, but it was unsettling. This time she knew she had something with women, whether it was confusion or not, she wasn't sure. And Katya isn't like Pearl, she has to see Katya every day. She has to see her blue eyes every day, the strong arm muscles she secretly admires, that quick wit that makes her hide her laugh to not give Katya what she wants. Katya is a problem for Trixie to figure out.

"12:03 p.m," She said to herself as she checked her phone, surprised by the raspiness in her voice.

Trixie stood up, walking straight to the kitchen, her feet tensing from the cold tiles. She tried to ignore the unpleasant feeling as she turned the electric kettle on, quickly running on her tiptoes to get some socks. On her way back to the kitchen, she slowed down, grabbing her phone and checking for notifications. As usual, her social media was full of likes, follows, and comments, she didn't check those often, so she went to her texts. She scrolled through them, not really stopping to read each one, instead, she would enter the chat just to get rid of the notification bubble. Trixie only pressed the one she was interested in, Kim's. It was filled with worried messages right after she left Brian's place, but she was too busy drinking and crying. Two minutes or so after Trixie entered the chat, Kim was typing.

Kim

I was so worried you whore

You can't scare me like that

Trixie

sry not sry

I was busy crying

Kim

Was it really that bad?

Trixie

Yes!!!

He told me all about how he was just off his antipsychotics

Kim

Isn't that good?

Trixie

No!

No?

Idc I just wanted to get out of there

I had a better time crying and drinking anyway

Kim

Sounds like a blast

Trixie 

Shut up

Trixie left the phone beside the sink when she noticed the water boiling, quickly pouring it into the mug she prepared earlier. She pressed the teabag against the walls of the mug with her spoon, making sure it didn't turn out too watery. She walked to the balcony as she stirred the tea and took a few sips of it, her eyes watering a bit from the temperature. She started seeing the appeal of staring out the balcony, understanding why Katya would choose this place to smoke and have breakfast at. Trixie closed her eyes as she let the tea linger for a bit inside her mouth, feeling how it smoothed out her sore throat a bit. She felt the breeze hit her legs and send chills up her spine, she had not changed, still wearing the date outfit. Trixie giggled at herself, going inside to pick out comfortable clothes.